

That change is less a sacrilege than some purists might think, since Greene himself collaborated on the earlier film’s screenplay with Terence Rattigan. Joffe’s removes the novel’s final deadly sting, substituting a fateful, quasi-religious miracle that protects Rose from emotional ruin. Joffe’s chilly film doesn’t sentimentalize their relationship, except for a crucial touch at the end.

Pinkie and Rose are among the most pitiable couples in modern literature, and Mr. The film’s dual portraits of Pinkie (Sam Riley), a 17-year-old sociopath, and Rose (Andrea Riseborough), the slavish little mouse of a waitress who abjectly loves him, are part of this second screen adaptation of the novel the first was a well-regarded 1947 movie directed by John Boulting and starring the young Richard Attenborough. If you strip away the book’s Roman Catholicism, which the movie mostly does, its story fits right into the nihilistic mood of today. A nighttime image of the sea crinkling like a black plastic garbage bag sets the bleak tone of “Brighton Rock,” Rowan Joffe’s pungent adaptation of Graham Greene’s classic crime novel from the late 1930s.
